I was taken aback by the sound I heard, so Timothee and I raced to Sawyer and Asher’s room. As soon as the door was flung open, a silver belt flew straight for me, but Timothee, who had returned in a flash, swatted it away with lightning-fast reflexes. The man then shoved Asher roughly and dragged Sawyer out of the room through a shattered window.
“What the hell is going on here?” I demanded, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared after the man who had just kidnapped Sawyer.
I knelt down beside Asher, who was still sobbing on the floor.
“Asher, are you okay?” I whispered gently, trying to keep my voice steady. I reached out to touch his shoulder, offering him what little comfort I could.
He nodded, but his eyes were still filled with tears. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadne
